Buckingham Rabbit Silver Jews

Back then, I had a Buckingham rabbit
I'd been lonely since she found Christ
Now is the time to depend on the law
The nights of my professional life
It's the nights of my professional life

I was living in a very young city
Grand piano, great lakes, goodbye
If you ask me my name, it's high-low-jack in the game
I can track a single bee to the hive

Every single game was a blowout
And the NASCAR blurred into porn
Scenic this, scenic that, don't fall for the traps
Of a man who was never born
A man who was never born

So the rent became whiskey
And then my life became risky
And so the rent became whiskey, whiskey
Shattered dogs on the rocks

At the back of the bar, there's a couch
Where the lonely people go and lie
They talk to the honky tonk psychiatrist
Into the wee hours of the night
Into the wee hours of the night